And The Truth Is, I’d Felt Kind

Okay, Yeah, He Staggered Back And Fell Into The Condiments. Big Deal. There Wasn't Any Blood. I Didn't Even Get Him In The Face. He Saw My Fist Coming, And At The Last Minute He Ducked, So Instead Of Punching Him In The Nose, Like I Intended, I Ended Up Punching Him In The Neck. I Highly Doubt It Even Left A Bruise.

My Favorite Book Of All Time Is Cold Comfort Farm, By Stella Gibbons.

Hope Springs Eternal, Even In The Heart Of A Fat Girl.

Even If Vampires Were Stupid. Especially American Vampires. They Hung Out In Places Alaric Himself Would Never Have Gone, Especially If He Were Immortal. Such As High Schools. And Walmart.

It Was Considerably Larger Than A Knife Hilt.